Summer time is nice and hot, now my life is sweet like
vanilla is. Seasons have changed twice since i last wrote; from a Parisian
winter to a cali spring to summer in hong-kong; now i write from bed number 3.
If only i was stuck on an airplane between time zones
between places i need to go, i would sit and mold and won't even feel the
slightest guilt about laying there doing nothing.
someone says there's always a season in life to do a certain
thing, but i've always wanted to do two, three, four things at once. Possible
or impossible. people say i am still young, but i feel like there's no more
time. change or don't change. I’m not sure yet at this point.
The ride home marks a new season for me and the ride back is
also a different one. Each debark is a new start and a clean slate to do what
you’ve thought about for the last 16 so hours. As if you were to combine a
dozen of Mondays to mark a new change. I’ve got about a month left until I take
my next one and I’ve already got a long list of changes. Tiring? Yes, and very necessary
to breakdown and re-adjust myself like play-doh.
I’m running out of planes to catch. School’s almost over and
soon everything will be settled. And seasons will blend, changes harder to
make.
春 means summer. 春 means youth.
Apologies for the long delay. I finally completed the painting for the beloved Chun Family: Judith, Tom and Punky based on an old family portrait, amazing how baby punky chun got her sass on.
春 means summer. 春 means youth.
Apologies for the long delay. I finally completed the painting for the beloved Chun Family: Judith, Tom and Punky based on an old family portrait, amazing how baby punky chun got her sass on.
Chun Family Portrait in Acrylics Aug 2012
